Blood, drop by drop.

The dying moans of the wounded could be heard, and the excited howls of the gnolls could be heard. The sound annoyed Eugene, so he grabbed a javelin and raised his hand to nail the barking gnoll to the ground. The entire battlefield fell silent, in fact the battle was over, and Eugene didn't look at the gnolls with blood-red and angry eyes, but just stepped forward. All the half-orcs who saw it along the way knelt down, and the warriors of the Swordtooth Clan suffered many casualties, even if they lost the protection of the gods, these half-elves were not as easy to deal with as they imagined.

Click!

Salotte snapped the arrow on his chest, the rudimentary orc leather armor couldn't stop the half-elf's bow and arrow, but it was the tribe's most powerful warrior, and its furious tenacity was enough to withstand the enemy's fire. When Eugene's old figure came to it, the burly, giant-like furious orc fell to its knees, bowed its head humbly, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency. ”

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood.

The sight of the clan's warriors treating the wounded while the gnolls gnawed on the corpses of the half-elves displeased Eugene, who rejected them even as a half-orc. If it weren't for the defeat of Deciduous City's army, it wouldn't have joined forces with these filthy and disgusting gnolls.

"It's back! ……”

Eugene stood on the high slope and looked down at the black land in front of him, its old face could not hide the eventful years of the year, and the scars were like the most dazzling medals, telling people how many winds and rains it had experienced.

Soft green grass, fertile land.

Eugene slowly knelt down, the skeletal pendant on its chest touching the ground, the orc shaman who had gone through the ages, kissing the earth, its rough calloused fingers twisting the black dirt, and just like that, putting it in its mouth and tasting its taste. It was a fishy and bitter taste. But there was a look of intoxication on Eugene's face. It slowly stood up, pulled the spear out of its back, and plunged heavily into the ground in front of it.

It turned to look at its own people, and with all its strength let out a roar, "It's finally back!! ……”

"This is our land! ……”

A furious roar rang out.

The warriors of the Bladetooth Clan hammered their chests and let out a frenzied roar as they looked at the corpses of the half-elves all over the ground.

Corpse.

Corpse.

Or corpses.

The gnolls were enjoying a feast, but at the rear of the line, there was a group of burly gnolls with black sideburns staring at the one in front of them with their scarlet pupils. They are stronger and more powerful than the other gnolls, they wear steel armor, and they hold heavy flails. They have demonic breath on them.

Heavy footsteps approached.

A nearly three-meter-tall gnoll approached slowly, wearing full-body armor with blood-red lines on its special armor, and this strong and somewhat frightening gnoll man was holding a very special weapon.

It was a three-headed flail.

The heavy three-headed flail was stained with blood, shattered bones and flesh foam on it, and fragments of the shield that had been lightly smashed.

The burly gnoll leader walked in front of Eugene, and it looked down at the half-orc shaman in front of him with its scarlet pupils, not caring at all about its actions of killing a gnolloll just now, but said with a hideous expression: "The army of half-elves has failed. ”

"Where is the need for my lord?"

Eugene turned to stare at the gnoll in front of him. Even though the other party was so large and full of a compelling oppressive force, it still had no effect. It had already fought against giants in its youth, and its size only meant that its target was more likely to be hit. There are more weaknesses in the body. Eugene stared at the gnoll in front of him and said slowly, "One of the heads of the Year Flails is in the hands of the half-elves. ”

"We've just defeated their army, how can we get the components of the artifact right away."

The gnoll leader stared at the old orc in front of him for a long time. He said in a deep voice: "Where else to fight?" Within half a month, you must offer the parts of the artifact to our lord, otherwise your tribe will be ready to disappear completely! ”

"Ghouls will hunt you day and night. The gnolls will slaughter your tribe to the ground! ”

"The wrath of my lord is not something you can bear!"

King of the Gnolls - Yenogu.

The demon lord of the 422nd layer of the bottomless abyss, he is the god of the gnolls, and the vast majority of the gnolls are his people, he conquered the king of ghouls - Dorison in a struggle of the abyss lords, so he is now also the master of the ghouls, and he controls a huge army of ghouls. This Abyss Lord may not be as difficult to deal with as other terrible beings, but it is not just a mere mortal who can withstand His wrath. The power of any demon lord is comparable to that of the gods, and they have a large army of demons under their command.

The weapon used by the King of the Gnolls, Yenogu, is the flail.

A three-headed pure gold flail.

Eugene's icy gaze was fixed on the other party, not in the slightest fear of the other party's threat, and the gnoll leader glanced at it, turned and walked towards the back of the battlefield.

"Damn gnolls!"

A suppressed low roar sounded, and the burly half-orc warrior looked at the gnoll leader in the distance, and said slowly to the great shaman in front of him: "Your Excellency! Are we really going to give artifacts to them? ”

Eugene glanced at him lightly and said calmly, "Yes." ”

"But......" the orc stopped talking.

Eugene turned around and walked down the hillside, it stared at the land in front of it, and said slowly, "The [Time Flaill] was once considered the most powerful weapon in the mortal world! …… Only the Holy Avenger's [Holy Avenger] can match it! …… Fearful of its power, this artifact has been torn apart again and again! ……”

"There are countless legends who died in the hands of the [Time Flail], and the Sons of the Killing God even used it to knock the gods to death! ……”

"The King of the Gnolls, Yenogu, wants this weapon."

"If you don't make it up, it's fine, if you really let it get it together, the day [Ancient Flails] is born, its death date is approaching! ……”

Eugene's figure faded away.

The orc warrior who stayed there didn't seem to understand, and with his intelligence, he couldn't figure it out that much.

………………

Overseas archipelago. Mordo City.

Golia's figure instantly appeared near the portal connecting the shadow plane, and then she quickly blessed herself with a few protective spells and directly entered the portal.

The picture in front of me turned.

In the blink of an eye, she was already in the shadow plane, which had changed a little, with some special buildings and two steel golems left here as guards. As for the slow progress of cracking the Wizard's Tower, the Locks of the Arcane Empire contain too many secrets that they cannot understand. However, after all, they are also the high-level of the Northland witches, and they have an understanding of the Northland Puzzle, and they have achieved some research results during this time.

"Mother!"

Golia's figure quickly approached the edge of the lock, staring at the pensive fallen witch in front of her, and said slowly, "Did you find anything?" ”

There are residual energy fluctuations in the air.

The Fallen Witch turned to look at her daughter and nodded softly, "Half-plane!" This lock, like the Council's, is maintained by a half-plane. ”

"I feel where the elemental pool is, but I can't locate this half-plane yet!"

Plane Knowledge.

Golia's expression became solemn, and she said slowly, "There is still a half-plane connected here?" Can you find the entrance to the half-plane? ”

The Fallen Witch shook her head slightly.

She lifted her fingers, wearing black lace gloves, and with a flick of her fingers, a hallucination-like model structure appeared in front of the eyes of the two people, with four different tears on them, occupying the four corners of each place. I only heard her speak, "Any half-plane is carved out of the elemental pool. ”

"Earth, water, wind, fire."

"This is the basic structure of the material plane, and the energy of the elemental pool is the core of the half-plane, and it is also the key to the growth of the half-plane."

"Look here."

"These four points in the maze are the corresponding points of the elemental pool, and there is also a half-plane hidden here, and it is precisely because of the energy supply of the half-plane that this wizard tower can support it for so long."

The image changes in front of your eyes.

I don't know what means the Fallen Witch used, but she actually simulated the general structure of the Lost Lock, with the wizard tower in the center as the center, and special energy signs appeared in the four areas.

"There are at least three elemental pools here."

The Fallen Witch stared at the Wizard Tower in front of her and said slowly, "There should be an elemental pool inside the tower, which is responsible for maintaining the daily energy consumption of the Wizard Tower. Beneath this maze is an elemental pool that transforms energy to supply the Wizard Tower. Finally, there should be an even larger pool of elements in the half-plane that we don't know about. ”

"If only this elemental pool was still running!"

"From the end of the Arcane Empire to the present, it has provided enough energy to make a half-plane very large!"

An astonishing gleam appeared in Golia's eyes, and she murmured, "Mother! What do you mean......"

The Fallen Witch glanced at her and said slowly, "That's right. ”

"An independent unexplored extradimensional space! …… It's possible to be even bigger than the half-plane of the Witches' Council! ……”

"Still."

"Its entrance could be in there!"

The Fallen Witch's gaze looked at the wizard tower in front of her, and suddenly both of them fell silent with solemn expressions.

Can't get in.

Even if they join forces, they won't be able to get in!

……………… (To be continued......) R1292